Singalong! I'm a Cuckoo by Belle and Sebastian

Tomorrow is Robbie Burns Day!  (Or, as my Scottish friend informs me it's meant to be written, Rabbie Burns.)  Let's celebrate with a tune by Scottish songsters Belle and Sebastian.  This song is one of my favourite of theirs, partially because it is so uncharacteristic of them.  I first was introduced to it on a mix CD my friend made me (remember those).  The next time I saw him after listening to it, he asked what I thought of the Belle and Sebastian song.  I responded with something like, "oh it's great, I mean when are you not going to love Belle and Sebastian?", all the while racking my brain - I couldn't for the life of me remember a B&S song on the album!  Had I mistakenly not listened to the end?  I remembered looking at the playlist when I started listening and seeing it coming, but I hadn't been consulting throughout.  Of course, in my usual display of confidence and candour, I couldn't just admit  that I didn't know which one it was, and his confused look (he obviously expected a conversation about this sudden departure from melancholy the band had displayed) made me feel even sillier.  Alas!

I'M A CUCKOO

by Belle and Sebastian

I'm glad to see you

I had a funny dream

You were wearing funny shoes

You were going to a dance

You were dressed like a punk but you are too young

to remember

Glad to see you

I'm outside the house

I'm not thinking right today

I've got no energy

I'm glad that you are waiting with me

Tell me all about your day

Breaking off is misery

I see a wilderness for you and me

Punctuated by philosophy

And a wondering how things could've been

I'm happy for you

You've made it hard for me

I counted on your company

You are staying with your friends tonight

I'm feeling sorry for myself

I keep taking everything to be a sign

I'm happy for you

Now I know this hurt is poison

Too sharp to be bled

I'm sitting on my empty bed

On my empty bed

At night the fever grows it's pounding pounding

I'd rather be in Tokyo

I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh

Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku

There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo

Scary moment, lovin' every moment

I was high from playing shows

We lost a singer to her clothes

My trouble raised its ugly head

I was revealed

And I was home in bed

I was a kid again

Jesus told me, go after every coin like it was the last in

the world

And protect the wayward child

But I'm a little lost sheep

I need my Bo Peep

I know I need My Shepherd here tonight

Breaking off is misery

I see a wilderness for you and me

Punctuated by philosophy

And a wondering how things could've been

I'd like to see you

But really I should stay away

And let you settle down

I've got no claims to your crown

I was the boss of you

And I loved you

You know I loved you

It's all over now

I was there for you

When you were lonely

I was there when you were bad

I was there when you were sad

Now it's my time of need

I'm thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side?

I'd rather be in Tokyo

I'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh

Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku

There's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo